When you're high, everything around you seems...magical!

The walls are breathing, boasting with purple and pink glittery showers on their surface and the ground feels like marshmallow, if that makes any sense. Of course, it doesn't , taking it in retrospect seeing as I am stoned right now and my visual imagery in this current state might not be any way sensible.

But here I am, recovering from that highly coveted state by any addict undergoing drug withdrawals, as I gulp down as much water to get rid of this cotton-y feeling inside my mouth.

Two tall glasses of water down.

Everything is still, the sound of the quiet kitchen providing the perfect ambience to any horror movie. I hate that I'm standing right here, alone, in the dark and the paranoid soul inside my body is begging for me to just bolt back upstairs and hide under my bulky beddings because it swears it heard something rustling outside the kitchen window.

I don't do that , though. I'm not really scared of the darkness. Nobody likes the dark, I mean , who in the hell does? Probably Charli. In fact, the 'dark' was the least of my worries. My mind is heavily preoccupied with the conversation I had with Amanda.

I can't shake it off, can't tune it out, believe me , I've tried. The drive home with Zac, I had my headphones on , blasting some hard rock music and when I got home I had this splitting head ache from the prolonged exposure to the deafening music. Maybe that's why doctors don't recommend excessive usage of earphones and headphones. Who am I to listen , anyway?

Even after chugging down a cocktail of painkillers , the headache persistently clung by , rattling my brain around my head and still the conversation lingered.

Regrettably, I replayed it like a fucking cassette tape , ripping it apart, bisecting it until all that was left in my conscience was fragments of it. She , rightfully, accused me of doing drugs and what did I do instead? I brought up the private conversation she had with mom when I was busy eavesdropping .

" I heard what you said to my mom, you know,"

" Oh yeah? And what is that?"

" How you're struggling..."

" Everyone struggles from time to time, so why is this such a huge deal to you?"

" But yours is a unique kind of struggle though , isn't it?"

" Speak plainly, I don't have the time to play 'guess' with you,"

" You were telling her how you are having trouble pleasuring yourself, how you need a man to fuck you. Hard." A step towards her ." And," Another step ." Fast," I'm left standing so close to her , our fronts touching, her back connected to the wall behind her and she looked bewildered by my accusations, bosomed chest rising and falling roughly with each ragged breathe she sucked in through her gritted teeth.

" Go ahead, " My eyes zeroed in on her plump lips , red like the freshly harvested strawberries. "Tell me I'm wrong or that I'm lying."

Her lips are moving but no coherent speech is produced from her, too stunned to vocalize any sound, too shocked to think of any refutable claim to what I had just thrown to her.

I was high, too high , when my hands rested above her head, caging her in as I intimidated her with my stabbing gaze, watching her momentarily crumble, still mentally searching her mind for something to say. I liked the way she smelled , always have and I was slightly aroused when I saw how vulnerable she was, still wearing the drenched shirt after my search for an extra one inside my locker proved unsuccessful.

It'll dry off through the warmth of her skin, I kept telling myself, but standing like this next to her, so close , our bodies would fuse, I hoped that it wouldn't.

"How dare you...listen in on our private conversation..." She whispered faintly , her breath smelling like actual strawberries with a hint of her.

"My bad..." A slanted wry smirk with a dash of haute stretched across my lips. " I just never took you for the type to want it hard and fast in bed-"

What happened next nearly took the little sanity out of me when a hot stinging slap was thrown my way, landed on my left cheek that sent me staggering some few feet back from her.

She was angry.

Scratch that! She was livid!

She has never slapped me before, not even when I made slightly lewd comments directed on to her tight skirts or her low cut blouse . But this must've been the last straw for her. The look of wrath danced inside the flames bored deep within those sapphire eyes as her jaws clenched with unspoken fury. And that familiar vein that visited the front of her forehead whenever she got mad cut through it with its bulging course. Her nostrils flared as her breathing further increased into ragged rhythms.

With my hand gingerly cradling the throbbing side of my cheek that had mercilessly suffered the brutal assault of such soft silky palms of Amanda's hand ( Not sure how that's possible ), I stared back at her as she regarded me with disdain and anger.

"You insensitive incel!" She spat contemptuously.

"What?!" I exclaimed at her choice of words, referring to me as an 'incel'. Even with such pain biting through my assaulted cheek, I , too , was astounded at my ability to make speech at such a state.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me about my sex life?"

" I just wanted to offer some help, Amanda,"

" Help? What do you mean by 'help'? You think I'd let you sleep with me? That I'd let you fuck me ?" Each word was accompanied with a step towards my body and I was afraid she'd combust into flames and burn me, backing me away before cornering me into another wall.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

Her hand lifts in an attempt to hurl another slap at me but I grab it by the wrist to stop her from assaulting me. My grip tightens around those fragile wrists not paying attention to the fact that her body had staggered towards mine, holding her to me like an anchor or some sort. She wriggles , trying to set her hands free but I wouldn't let her. I wasn't going to let her assault me again.

" I just wanted to offer some kind of solution to your sexual life if you let me!"

She grunts, still fighting her way into loosen my grip around her to no avail.

"Let go of me!"

"I just want to help , only if you listen, please...."

"I'm not taking sex advice from a kid who's old enough to be my son!"

"But I'm not your son!"

" How old are you again?"

" Seventeen....and a half,"

" Exactly, now let me go, the fuck!"

Her struggles would soon be heard as I eventually let go off her. Something about me saying my age out loud to her made me realize just how...wrong his was. But, then again, I only had six months till I reach eighteen, the age of consent so was it really wrong for me to pitch the idea of fucking her as a remedy for her sexual frustrations? I know what she likes, She likes it hard and fast. I can give that to her....in six months time. But how long before she meets a guy that can fulfill that to her?

She steps away from me, caressing her wrists , maybe I shouldn't have held them so tight, as she glares back at me.

"Here, lemme rub them for you-" I try to offer some therapeutic rub on her assaulted wrists.

"No!" She barks, immediately putting me in my place. "I'm so angry at you I can't even see or think straight!"

Of all the arguments we've shared, that one by far kept me up all night. Not a wink of sleep hijacked me. I just wanted to help. Not to sleep with her but just....to offer some advice?

My laptop overheating as I searched thoroughly on the topic of Female Masturbation , clicking ever site displayed on the Google search results. Jotting down key points or any point deemed as significant on my notepad, all until my eyelids grew heavy at around 1 am.

Shutting my laptop off, I yawned loudly as I stretched my aching limbs allowing sleep to rob me of my consciousness, all my notes carefully arranged as my brain chanted for the last time, the words , " I just want to help."

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So....I'm back, after that long hiatus I took du to writer's block and I have updated the worst chapter that I've ever written. ;P

Hopefully though, with my fingers crossed, I'm hoping you'll like it despite it being rushed and kinda ...bad lol!

Anyways, don't forget to vote on it. Also, happy Easter .

Hugs and kisses.